Page 39 of Dirty Little Secrets
“Because I don’t let people fuck with my business—and Nori is my business. How would it look if my secretary gets assaulted on my watch?” I grind my heel into his bound hands until he screams. “Tell me, do you think pain teaches better than fear? ”
Every exec on my floor knows I deal with more than just software. But they don’t know the whole picture. This is my city. I control it. I keep the peace. And no one dares to test me.
“I—I’m sorry,” he sputters.
“You’re sorry,” I echo coldly.
Normally, Bash handles these things, but this is personal. If she truly belonged to me, Landon’s body parts would be floating in the East River.
I press harder on his hand. He lets out a wale. “If you touch her again,” I say, my voice razor-sharp, “if you so much as breath near her…” I draw my knife and hold it to his throat. Blood beads on the gleaming metal as the tip breaks skin. “Like I said, I’ll break it. Entiendes, puto?”
His eyes go wide. His body shakes. I pull the blade back slightly to let him answer.
He nods and I watch blood drip onto his collar thinking of all the ways I can cut him to pieces. The things I would do…but I push those thoughts away. I don’t run with the Kings anymore. My cousins run with the cartel. I’m not that man anymore. The Spanish slipped. I hate when that happens. Less people knowing my roots—the better. I hand the knife to Bash.
“You tell anyone about this, and Bash and I will pay you a visit. You’ll be fish food by the time they find what’s left.”
He nods frantically. “I understand. Please... let me go.”
I step back. He flops to his side like a sack of trash but there is barely a mark on him and that won’t do, not when he marked her skin. “Oh, I almost forgot. This is for Nori.”
I crack my fist into his face. His cheek splits. He goes limp.
“You knocked him out,” Bash says.
“I should’ve done worse.”
The darkest part of me wants to finish him. To snap. But I can’t. If I care too much, she becomes a weakness. And in my world, any weakness gets you killed.
“I think we should get rid of him,” Bash adds.
I’m tempted.
But I shake my head. “Too risky.”
Rumors would start.
People would talk.
That’s a risk I can’t afford. I shouldn’t have taken it this far, but something tells me Nori Summers needs someone in her corner.
I rush back, adrenaline still flowing through my veins, and head straight to Obsidian. By the time I make it inside, Red is already waiting.
Tonight, I need her to release the anger out of me. I can’t hold it in much longer. My control would slip come Monday, Nori will end up bent over my desk with her pussy and ass thoroughly ruined. Nori deserves better. Red doesn’t ask for better. Red begs to be ruined.
The Weeknd’s “Cry For Me croons softly through the overhead speakers. The room is dimly lit, the walls black and soundproof, designed for my use. She doesn’t know that. Obsidian’s rules between us, claim anonymity. No names. No faces. No attachments. Except tonight she can see me. The app matches our preferences, and it’s like it read my mind when it found a match. I don’t do soft. I don’t do intimacy. I fuck. Hard. Without question. And tonight, the cameras stay off.
I don’t know who she is but it was also one of her conditions.
She’s clad in a slick, black latex suit covering her from head to toe, save from the opening over exposed space between her thigh. Her red, razor-heeled boots dig into the mattress. She’s on all fours, presenting her ass to me like an offering. The only opening is her mouth and between her legs giving me full access to her ass and pussy.
I strip off my shirt, unbutton my pants, and let my cock spring free. I grab a couple of condoms, tear one open, and roll it on.
“Nod, if you want it hard?” I growl.
She turns her head over her shoulder and nods. That’s all I need. Submission. My fingers peel her pussy open. It’s soaked, slick, glistening, needy.
She shivers as I slide in.
